Post-it Poem

February 10, 2017

We have a sink in our office area. For some inexplicable reason, from time to time, someone leaves dirty dishes on the counter. We have no dishwasher. We have no maid or even a butler. So, how does this person (or persons) think the dishes will miraculously be washed? My guess is that it’s a dude. My opinion is that only a guy would put a dirty dish on a counter, AT WORK, and expect it to get washed by someone else.

Anyway, someone created a laminated, reusable sign, for such occurrences, that is placed near the dirty dishes that says, “Please be courteous, and take your dishes downstairs.” And this is because they actually have a dishwasher in the first floor Café.

You’d think that by now the hint would be taken, but alas, a fork and knife appeared the other day. Once again the sign was placed, and this time a post-it note was added that read: “That includes flatwear.”

When I came in this morning, I saw that an impromptu post-it note bombing took place. The result, I believe, is the spontaneous, stream-of-consciousness poem I present to you now: